"Now, this 'Zhou guerrilla painting' has appeared in Wuhan again?" The thin man asked, his eyes wide.

"Yes, yes." The fat man dragged a sentence, "Perhaps, in the past few hundred years, the painting has never left Wuhan." Let me continue to talk about last night, last night on the riverside, hundreds of Taoist priests came......"

Shi Suo, Dafeng and the others were stunned when they heard this, is the Taoist priest that the fat man said related to those people in Luojiazhai a few days ago?

"Where will there be hundreds of Taoist priests? You're thinking one is ten, aren't you? The thin man didn't believe it.

"Hehe, I've heard that too, there must be a lot of them anyway. Those Taoist priests wanted to snatch this 'Zhou guerrilla painting' from a group of high-rollers, and the two sides fought desperately by the river, killing the sky in the dark, killing and wounding several people. ”

"That, that, who ended up with that painting?" The thin man asked, stretching his neck.

"I don't know." The fat man smiled apologetically, "I didn't see the fight last night, I just listened to it, in fact, if you think about it carefully, money is all outside the body, like General Zhou back then, full of hope to make a fortune, but he was busy in vain, it is better to be his guerrilla general honestly." Like those who fought for the death and wounding of the picture last night, their lives are gone, what is the use of money? ”

The thin man's eyes were a little straight, "Alas, the treasure is full of treasures, if you really find it, then it will be ...... Alas. The fat man laughed at him and said, "Look, you're also tempted, aren't you?" It is true that people die for money, and birds die for food. By the way, I also heard that the merchant master in the city also intervened in this matter, and he wanted to sing a big drama for several days on the stage of Feiyun Pavilion, and feast heroes from all walks of life, the reason for which is related to this Zhou guerrilla painting. ”

After gossiping for a while, the fat and thin both got up and left, and Shi Suo said, "Is this fat man bragging?" ”

"Then who knows?" Duan Laosan said with a smile: "The people in the market often hear about this kind of thing, adding fuel and vinegar, but some things are not without a shadow." By the way, Lao Ding, who is the old man he just said? ”

"He may be talking about Shang Huaiqing, this person is a military boss in Wuhan, he was named an assistant by Duan Qirui, and he is a great businessman, his family is very rich, and he is a gang leader, and he has a lot of power, but I pondered, the fat man's words mentioned that Shang Huaiqing wanted to sing a big opera, but it made the matter of 'Zhou Guerrilla Painting' even more unbelievable. Do you think, if there is really such a precious painting, you can find a large amount of money, for these mercenary guys, it is too late for them to keep secrets, where will they sing big operas, set up banquets, and make the city full of storms? ”

2

Out of the teahouse, at the intersection in front, there was a craftsman who set up a stall, shouting to solicit business, and the craftsman planted a sign in the corner of the wall, which read: Mend the pot and make the bowl, and make silverware.

As a trade, mending pots is very popular in the countryside, and craftsmen will use broken pots and bowls and pots to repair with iron shovels, regardless of iron porcelain, can be repaired and reused. Generally, poor people, pots and pans are broken, reluctant to throw them away, spend a few small money to repair them, and then they can be used again.

"Mend the pot and make up the bowl, make up the pot and make up the pot, and create silver jewelry." The tinkerer sat on the bench and shouted while sandwiching a large porcelain bowl with two petals between his knees, and drilled a small hole in each of the two broken bowls with a wooden stick and leather rope, and then took a small hammer and hammered it lightly on the bowl, and the big bowl made a pleasant sound of "jingling".

Dafeng likes to watch the excitement, admiring the skillful movements of the tinker, stopping to watch, Ding Changyou said: "I'm going to Wuchang City, where we have an office, will you go with me?" Duan Laosan shook his head, "Let's go our separate ways, if there is news, we can communicate with each other." Ding Changyou left alone.

Shi Suo urged Dafeng, "Let's go, a pot mending, what's the point." ”

At this moment, from the alley next to him, a few men's men walked over, went straight to the pot tinker's stall, and a big man with a black face pulled away the crowd in front of the stall, grabbed the broken bowl in the hand of the pot tinker, and fell to the ground.

Everyone was surprised for a while, I don't know what the origin of these people is, next to the pot tinker, there were originally some people who came to mend the pot or watch the excitement, seeing that these big men were fierce, they all avoided it, Shi Suo and Dafeng hated the evil men who bullied the people the most, seeing these big men coming up and falling the bowl without saying anything, they couldn't stand it, their eyebrows twisted up, Duan Laosan quickly pulled them up.

The tinkerer stood up, "Guys, guys, what's wrong?" Why are you dropping my house? The bowl belongs to the customer, and I have to pay for it. ”

"Less ****** pretending to be garlic," the black-faced man scolded, "Say, last night, where did you hide the painting you stole by the river?" ”

"What painting?" The tinkerer looked dazed.

The big man flew up again and kicked down a toolbox on the ground, "Last night, we waited for people by the river, and then that group of stinky old people came to us for a turn, what were you doing on the riverside at that time?" ”

"How do you say this, I was in a hurry, urinating on the riverside, and who knew that suddenly a group of people with masked faces came...... I know, you're the people, right, you fight, what does it have to do with me, I pull my pee, you fight you......"

Before the tinkerer finished speaking, the big man stepped forward and grabbed his chest, "Don't talk nonsense, say quickly, did you steal that painting?" ”

A few big men next to him couldn't help but say, with all hands and feet, they turned over the tinker's toolbox and baggage, making hammers, small drills, snails and other sundries all over the ground. After flipping through for a long time, except for tools and daily objects, there was not even a piece of paper, let alone any painting.

"Wronged," cried the tinkerer, "if I had stolen something, would I dare to stay here?" I've been away for a long time, who saw me stealing, I started a small business, who did I provoke? Treat unjustly. ”

A short man came up and asked the tinker, "What did you see last night on the riverside?" ”

"Not far from the river is the wharf, there are boats, people, who knows what you are asking, there are a group of military men with guns, escorting prisoners over, and a few merchants on the boat......"

Duan Laosan and a few other people were originally watching the excitement on the side, and when they heard the tinker say "a group of military masters are holding prisoners", they couldn't help but be overjoyed, these days, what they are eagerly looking forward to in their hearts is to hear this kind of news, and now when they hear the tinker say, they can't help but widen their eyes. The short man interrupted the tinker, "Don't be wordy, who listens to you talking nonsense, what the hell did you do when that blind man came over?" (To be continued.) )